Poem: "Maa Yea"
Dec. 5th, 2016 02:09 amThis poem is from the April 2016
crowdfunding Creative Jam. It was inspired by prompts from
chanter_greenie and
siliconshaman . It also fills the "art initiates life" square in my 1-5-16 card for the
trope_bingo fest. This has been selected in an audience poll as the free short epic for the half-price sale in Shiv reaching $1000. It belongs to the series Polychrome Heroics.
WARNING: This poem contains imagery which is likely to disturb many readers. Highlight to read the warnings, some of which are spoilers. Nigeria is a bottom-ten country because reasons. The poem contains canon-atypical violence, murder of children, grief, rage, berserk mothers, graphic descriptions of death, gore, discrimination and murder of people with superpowers, magic which is not evil but is in no way fluffy, vengeance, misogyny, Boko Haram, flesh trading, graphic dismemberment, drunk men pillaging everything, graphic poetic justice, and other mayhem. This poem is not woven into any major plotlines, merely presented as an example of life in a bottom-ten country, so you won't miss anything vital if you choose to skip it. Readers are strongly cautioned to consider tastes and headspace carefully before deciding whether to read this one.
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WARNING: This poem contains imagery which is likely to disturb many readers. Highlight to read the warnings, some of which are spoilers. Nigeria is a bottom-ten country because reasons. The poem contains canon-atypical violence, murder of children, grief, rage, berserk mothers, graphic descriptions of death, gore, discrimination and murder of people with superpowers, magic which is not evil but is in no way fluffy, vengeance, misogyny, Boko Haram, flesh trading, graphic dismemberment, drunk men pillaging everything, graphic poetic justice, and other mayhem. This poem is not woven into any major plotlines, merely presented as an example of life in a bottom-ten country, so you won't miss anything vital if you choose to skip it. Readers are strongly cautioned to consider tastes and headspace carefully before deciding whether to read this one.
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